It was dark when the dragon landed at the execution site, spreading its wings far and wide as the open sky. Pearly white sharp teeth adorned the depth of its mouth. Ashes and burns crisp under its feet. There, before the mighty beast, you stood tall and brave. A sword hung heavy on your back. Eyes glinted with aeons of revenge and hatred.

Jack towered a few steps behind you, looking at the damages that you'd done to those who dared to betray your trust. The people cowered by your feet. Some were crying hysterically especially the women, while the rest simply accepted their fate.

Your mage summoned his staff that was decorated with magic and icy patterns over it. His breaths came out in puffs of white smoke. "Say the word, {{user}}."